Chapter 725: Traps and Premonitions
"y!!"
Faced with this calamity-like attack, the green flames in the eyes of the alien god priest Bai Gu also trembled violently. He raised the black stone staff in his hand and shouted out a strange syllable.
At the same time, a frenzy flashed across the eyes of the many believers who were surrounding the magic circle below. They suddenly pulled out the ritual daggers from their arms and inserted them neatly into their abdomens. The green flames burning on their bodies suddenly became brighter as if they were injected with fuel.
Then, the green flames enveloping Pomona suddenly grew stronger, and even seemed to be comparable to a huge wind column.
"Want to resist?"
With a sneer, Duke Carrot threw the miniature tornado in his hand directly into the wind column.
The next moment, the width of the storm suddenly expanded by nearly half, and the snowflakes that were swept up by the storm had now turned into blurred silver lines, even causing thin, unstable ripples in the space it passed through.
Faced with the eye of the storm, which had greatly increased its power, the steaming green flames were finally unable to resist and slowly extinguished uncontrollably. The pagans around them fell down in unison like wheat being harvested by a sickle, without a sound.
The alien god priest seemed to see that the situation was not good, and he waved his staff and disappeared without a trace. The Duke did not stop him from escaping. After all, he was only here to save people, so he had to be safe first.
Without the restraint of the green flame, Pomona finally broke free from the magic circle and slowly flew back to the Duke.
"You're too late! Their real target is Fiona!"
However, Pomona's first words made Carlotte's heart tighten.
"What's going on? What do you know?"
"Stop talking. Let's go to Xingchen Territory first. I'll explain it to you slowly on the way."
Pomona waved his hands in a hurried tone, looking anxious, as if he couldn't wait to get to Fiona.
"Okay, then...what do you do?!"
But when the Duke was about to open the portal, a dark stone staff suddenly appeared in Pomona's hand. Taking advantage of the moment when the Duke communicated with the other side of the channel, when the guard was most relaxed, he suddenly activated it.
In an instant, a huge dark green spherical field of divine power drew both of them in.
The Duke's movements were interrupted instantly by this sudden change, and he was unexpectedly suppressed by the divine power. The magic power in his body became stagnant for a moment, and all kinds of crazy and confusing illusions eroded his mental space like a tsunami, making it difficult for him to maintain a clear mind.
"Are you crazy? ... No, that's not right! You are not Pomona at all!? Who are you?"
In shock and anger, a silver twenty-sided crystal on the Duke's chest lit up, and a colorless crystal-like absolute zero-degree ray instantly shot out, but before it could touch Pomona's body, it was annihilated by the dark green divine power in the field.
"Have you been discovered?"
Since the purpose has been achieved, 'Pomona' is no longer hidden.
His facial features suddenly melted like a lit candle, and the flesh-colored "wax" flowed down his face, revealing a dark, slimy face that was slightly undulating like a fluid.
"The Green Flame Priest of the Praise Star Esoteric Cult, the executor of the great god's will [Mimic Apostle], greets His Excellency Winter Chill."
A strange, harsh sound that was not human came from the blurred face of the Mimic Apostle that had returned to its original state.
Although its disguise is very close to the real body, if a ninth-level being carefully distinguishes it, it can still observe certain differences. Therefore, it needs to be used in this emergency environment so that the Duke has no time to carefully identify it.
"Where's Pomona? What did you do to him?"
After barely adjusting his state, Carrot glared at him.
"Don't worry, he is 'safe' now. Compared with his situation, you might as well feel more of God's grace now."
Looking expressionlessly at the Duke struggling like a fly trapped in resin, the apostle casually let go of the black stone staff that stored a huge amount of divine power in his hand, allowing it to maintain the existence of the divine power field on its own, while he himself left the field.
Then, he opened his arms, and pitch-black mucus tentacles gushed out from his body. They began to intertwine and aggregate in a specific order, gradually forming a three-dimensional strange magic array structure.
Although he knew that the other party's actions would definitely be disadvantageous to him, the Duke had no extra energy to stop him at this moment. The dark green divine flame in the strange scepter had seriously affected his mental state.
Following the apostle's actions, there was no change inside the huge spherical green flame field, but if observed from the outside, one would find that the entire field was shrinking rapidly.
Finally, the outside world turned into a green ball of light the size of a glass marble, floating in front of the Mimic Apostle.
"Did it work?"
As the plan succeeded, the real Pomona appeared beside him, and looked at the shrinking green ball in front of him with some fear.
In fact, at the beginning, it was Pomona himself who was trapped in the green flame, which was the key reason why the Duke did not doubt too much.
Until the last moment, with the protection of the sudden burst of dark green divine flame, the Mimic Apostle exchanged positions with Pomona in the green flame.
“The divine realm can trap him for fifteen days. During this period, all contact between him and the outside world will be completely cut off, and the divine power will distort all predictions about this event.
You need to fulfill our agreement within fifteen days and come back here to rescue him, Sir [Zero Degree Ice Crystal]. "
The dark face turned to Pomona with an expressionless look, and the Mimic Apostle spoke indifferently.
At the same time, the small ball finally disappeared completely into the air.
"Hmph, don't worry, I'll do it!"
With a cold snort, Pomona took a last look at the place where the green ball disappeared, and his figure flashed and disappeared.
…
On the other side, when the Duke fell into the trap, in Pamir College, Anvis suddenly felt uneasy for no reason.
The feeling came and went quickly, but Avis did not ignore it.
For a fortune teller, being uneasy can be a big thing or a small thing, but it basically means that something unfavorable is about to happen.
So he took out various prophetic materials and performed a standard precognitive ritual.
But the result of the ceremony showed that everything was normal. It seemed that there was just a small force that was squeezed out by the Black Ring Chamber of Commerce. Because they didn't know his true identity, they were preparing a secret attack against him.
Avis was also somewhat puzzled by this result.
Being attacked by a conspiracy of a small force could indeed be considered a disadvantage, but this level of danger was not enough to make him uneasy.
The affairs of the Black Ring Chamber of Commerce are currently entirely managed by his clone 'Raphael'. Even if it encounters an attack, at most this clone will dissipate and there is no substantial threat to him.
After thinking for a moment, Avis decided to try a simpler but more difficult to interfere method of prediction.
Using a special magic feather pen, Anvis dipped it in the basin of moonlight mercury, and then wrote a line of silver ancient Manni words on the special dragon skin paper.
'Danger is approaching'
After finishing writing, Avis stared at the line of text, only to see it slowly change from silver to purple.
This change means that what is written is real and there is indeed some danger.
'My safety is being seriously threatened'
This time, the text color remained unchanged for a long time.
'People around me are under serious threat'
The text gradually turned purple.
(End of this chapter)
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